Since my
older brothers fought
I can march without a gun
Or the fear of bullets over head!
Now dream
as young men ought
Having lots and lots of fun
Doing peace-time things I love instead!
A mystery
we cannot settle
Why born at such a time
Determines whether waging war or peace!
Not a
matter of our mettle
Or a talent-gift of rhyme
Certainly not a question that will cease! |